Week 5

[airlockedmods]

[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

Cee.

[Junpei sits up properly. By now, he's recovered enough of himself to remember who he is, why he cares. How to care.

Cece's boss was just killed in cold blood, horribly, in front of all of them.]

Cece.

[He holds his left hand out to her. Get in here, Cee. You need a hug as bad as he does.]

[theundertaker]

Junpei- [She doesn't need any more of an invitation than that before she hurries across the room and throws her arms around his neck in a tight hug.]

I'm so sorry. [About your arm, about not trying to save Kip from his own stupid need to be a hero, everything.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He wants to hold her just as tightly, but he's only using one arm.]

I'm sorry I couldn't--I should've pushed him, I wasn't thinking...

[theundertaker]

[With a shaky inhale she shoves her face into his (probably not sore) shoulder.]

You tried though. I think-I think he'd have appreciated that.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[He swallows and rubs her back.]

Of course I tried. He... he was...

[He was one of us. Junpei breathes out and shakes his head.]

You should--you should stay with us. From now on.

[Instead of going back to that guest house all by herself.]

[theundertaker]

[She hugs him just a little tighter, going quiet while she considers.]

I...that sounds nice.

[She likes her room but being with company- being with friends sounds so much better.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'm sure any of the girls would be happy to share a room. I mean, you could try one of the guys, too, but, well...

[Every boy here is trash, let's be real. Well, Heart's okay. If you ignore the supervillain thing.]

[theundertaker]

[Every boy is absolutely trash but she's bonded to this dumpster fire as it is.]

I, um, I stayed with Nari last night. I might-I might see if she's okay with me sharing a room with her. [Since Queenie is barricading herself in Kip's room.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

...With Nari, huh?

[Even now, it makes him smile a little.]

It's a bad time, but... congratulations.

[theundertaker]

[Her face is still buried in his shoulder but he might feel her smile slightly.]

Thanks. She's pretty great. [She pulls away and wipes away a few stray purple tears with the back of her hand.] I thought I should finally give this back to you. [She holds up the plaid she'd brought in with her.] I-I kept meaning to but things kept...happening and I'd get distracted and forget.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Thanks, I... heh.

[It's weirdly good to see his dumb flannel shirt again. Even if it's full of bad memories, it's like reuniting with an old friend.]

For all the underwear I've gotten, I've still somehow managed to run out of actual shirts.

[And also that.]

[theundertaker]

We can't have Panty Claus being a shirtless delinquent. That'd just be bad taste. [She cracked a joke! Improvement!]

[misanthropicprinciple]

You don't suppose I could, I don't know... go through yesterday's costumes or something? Just so I have more than one top...

[It hurts, to think it was just yesterday. But ignoring the pain won't make it ache any less, either.]

[theundertaker]

They're still in the bar if you're feeling up to looking. I don't think any of us have been in there since... [Since you and Kip.] Since yesterday.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Yeah. I don't blame any of you.

[Is it worth being clothed? He's not sure.]

All these rooms we can't use anymore...

[All these people they've lost.]

[theundertaker]

I can take you there, if you don't want to be alone. I'm a little more [numb to.] prepared to go into those rooms.

[misanthropicprinciple]

I'm no stranger to it myself, Cee. [Detective, remember?] ...It's okay. Maybe I'll check tomorrow. Today, I just kind of... want to think.

[He holds his shirt close to himself, two survivors of a game one year--or almost five thousand--years ago.]

[theundertaker]

Right...I keep forgetting you're our token detective. [She rubs her eyes with the back of her hand.] I get it. But if you want someone to go with you you know where to find me.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Thank you, Cece.

[They're all worn thin, aren't they? There's no one who isn't threadbare.]

Is a token detective like a token bisexual?